~~may include sexual themes (really just lots of fluff)~~

"Hi, I'm John."

"I'm Sherlock."

"Nice to meet you...Sherlock." The strange name rolled off of John's tongue almost perfectly, but it stuck in the back of throat. He didn't know why; maybe the man's beauty made him speechless.

"Mmm," Sherlock hums contently, taking a swig of the glass of tequila in front of him. "Where do you live?"

"221B Baker Street," John replied stiffly.

"Catchy." With that, Sherlock linked his elbow with John's, and they proceeded back to Baker Street.

guess it's true, I'm not good at a one-night stand.

but I still need love, cos I'm just a man.

these nights never seem to go to plan.

i don't want you to leave,

baby, hold my hand.

John woke up, still curled into Sherlock's side. He was radiating pure, lovely warmth, and the blond man snuggled closer. There was a quiet hum of satisfication from the latter.

"Morning," Sherlock said in a sleepy, baritone voice. John decided it was the best thing he had ever heard.

"Did I wake you?"

"I didn't sleep."

"How?" John propped himself up on one elbow, peering down at his partner.

"I was thinking." Sherlock popped open one blue eye, and a smirk slowly spread across his lips to show the dimples at the corners of his cheeks.

"About..."

"Last night." He closed his eye again. "It was wonderful, John. Thank you."

John thought back, and mentally agreed that it was, in fact, very wonderful. The best John had had in a very long time.

"---I should be going," Sherlock had said.

"What? Why?" John sat up, running his fingers through his tousled hair. He and Sherlock were both still nude, but sheets covered the modest parts of their bodies.

"I have to return to the club."

"But..." John didn't want Sherlock to go back. He didn't want Sherlock to leave. He didn't want Sherlock to go have sex with other people. No, no, NO.

"Maybe I'll see you around." Sherlock leaned over and planted a small kiss on John's parted lips, his tongue lingering to leave a small print of passion on the bottom one. John's eyes fluttered closed, and when he opened them again, Sherlock was gone.

oh, won't you stay with me

cos you're all i need.

this ain't love, it's clear to see.

but darling, stay with me.

John moped around 221B for an entire week. He pondered, made tea, watched telly, and then pondered some more. And honestly? All he could possibly think about was Sherlock--his ebony hair, his china doll skin, his eyes torn from the galaxy itself, that little face he had made when John suckled at the base of his throat.

Jeeesus, John thought to himself, sighing dramatically. He wanted to see Sherlock again. No. He needed to see him again. It had been cold turkey for seven days, and he couldn't stay away from this addiction any longer.

That night, John walked to the neon-lit club, searching for the one person he had...what? Loved? No. Meeting a man in a club one night and going home with him was not love. He was searching for the one person he had just merely liked. The one person who had caught his attention that fateful night.

He paid no mind to the women who ran their scarlet, manicured fingers along his shoulders and his chest. He wanted pale fingers, not ones the color of scandal. He didn't want to dig his fingers into long, brunette strands of hair; he wanted obsidian curls to caress. He didn't want a woman, John realized. A man in a tight purple shirt. A certain one, he wasn't just browsing.

There. John looked to the corner, and there he was. Snogging a woman. No.

why am i so emotional?

no, it's not a good look, gain some self control.

deep down, i know this'll never work.

but you can lay with me so it doesn't hurt.

Sherlock looked up at the wrong time. He met John's eyes and melted.

oh, won't you stay with me

cos you're all i need.

no, this ain't love, it's clear to see.

but darling, stay with me.

John was already outside by the time Sherlock caught up with him. With a jerk of the wrist, Sherlock had him pinned against the brick wall of the nearby building.

"John," Sherlock breathed heavily.

"Get away from me." John tried to shove the man away, but Sherlock just tightened his grip around his wrists.

"It's my job. I'm supposed to snog people."

"I didn't want to see you," John lied.

"We both know that's not true. Your pupils are hugely dilated and, damn, your pulse is erratic."

John blushed furiously, attempting to hide the crimson stain upon his cheeks with his hands, but Sherlock took them and began to kiss each of his fingertips.

"Listen," Sherlock started. "I was going to come see you. I wanted to come see you, but...I couldn't. It's against the rules to have multiple relations with the same customer."

John stared down at his trainers. "Am I just a customer to you?"

"No. God, no."

ohhhh

ohhhh

ohhhh

ohhhh

They almost made it to the bedroom. Almost.

Once they stepped through the threshold of 221B, John had Sherlock up against the door, planting kisses along his cheekbone. Sherlock already had his fingers on John's shirt buttons.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" John inquired. Sherlock didn't answer; instead, he grabbed John's face and pulled them forcefully together. Their lips finally, finally, finally met, and both breathed a tiny sigh of relief. Within seconds, two shirts were on the plush carpet, and John had kicked them towards the couch.

"Johhhhn," Sherlock moaned helplessly, lingering on the h. "I'll stay with you."

"For how long?" John asked, moving his lips to the latter's throat, sucking at the prominent Adam's apple. He glanced up as Sherlock's mouth morphed into a breathless O of euhporia.

"Mmmm," Sherlock answered, trying to force his bony knee between John's leg. John replied by gripping his lover's waist, slamming him back against the door and growling softly.

Lips met again as Sherlock finally gets the chance to breathe an answer.

"Forever. I'll stay with you forever."

oh, won't you stay with me

cos you're all i need.

no, this ain't love, it's clear to see.

darling, stay with me.

~~you have no idea how much i fricking love this song. like, it's so beautiful (& please, please go check out the wonderful video to the right *does a little Vanna White thing* don't pay attention to the girl's facial expressions. just listen). anyways, do the usual: vote, comment, fangirl, love me. (quick poll bc i wonder these sorts of things: who do you think tops? Johnny or Sheryl?)

have i mentioned how awesome you wildcats are lately? (i have deemed my readers wildcats bc WHAT TEAM? don't leave me hanging, darlings). i was just scrolling down my lil profile and BAM. over 5,000 reads. like, when did that happen? you all are beautiful and i love you. i never knew how many people could actually care about two gay bbys who don't even know they're in love yet. i met another fangirl at school this week and she was like, "it's so real. johnlock is so real."

OH. this is dedicated to JohnlockPride bc best friends! <333 she's wonderful. go tell her she's wonderful. worship her. (& she convinced me to write fluff, so thank her for this). && go read her johnlock fic bc it's AMAZING. really, super duper amazing. this was longer than i wanted it to be, & if you got this far...*throws you cookies and blows kisses* byyyeeee *disappears in a cloud of magical smoke*~~